Ol' Boudreaux's Pet Fish

Old Boudreaux, who lived way back up in the swamp, was polin' his pirough down the bayou one day when the game warden pulled alongside. In the old fellow's live well were six or seven good-sized fish, and ol' Boudreaux's license was expired. The warden said he was going to take him in, and impound the fish as evidence. "But warden," says Boudreaux, "I wadn't fishin'...dese' here are my pet fish...I take 'em out for a swim ever evenin' 'bout this time and let 'em swim aroun' for a while... ..kinda like walkin' a dawg.....den I whistles an' de fish jumps back in de boat and I takes 'em home." "You expect me to believe that?" asks the warden. "I swear it's de truth," says Boudreuax." Wanta see for youself? The warden says okay, and Boudreaux puts the fish in the water. After a while the warden says"Well?" "Well what?" says Boudreaux. "Well, when are you gonna whistle for the fish?" says the warden. "What fish? says Boudreaux.